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Paul Riddell's avatar

"People get upset when we point out that cons aren't vacations for us." Oh, I would get people ANGRY when I'd point that out, that I couldn't get away from my table to go hang out with them. They'd get even angrier when they'd invite me to parties after the dealer's room closed and I'd have to decline: they got the chance to sleep in, but I was usually up at 5 in the morning to get restocking done (selling carnivorous plants was a drastically different operation, and some shows were so successful that I'd spend most of the night after getting home repotting and packing up new plants to replace the ones I'd sold just on Friday) before spending another eight to ten hours in the dealer's room, and even explaining "This is my workday" didn't get through. But it's a CONVENTION, right? (Sorry if I'm overly cantankerous on the subject, but the only thing worse were the tantrums when I'd have to do the hard financial analysis of renting a van, filling it full of glass/water/live plants, driving X number of hours, paying for food and accommodations, and losing anywhere between four and six days of Day Job Pay versus the expected sales from conventions that MIGHT get 75 people and 40 of them are staff. I had one guy repeatedly nag me about being a vendor at his gaming convention, with regular demurrals because his con was opposite one I'd attended for years that actually made money, only to come out to another convention and scream "So why won't you be a vendor at MY show?" first thing after the dealer's room opened on Saturday. There's a lot I miss about the old Triffid Ranch shows, but being nagged and nuhdzed by reps for other conventions who refused to understand that I couldn't afford to spend a four-day weekend at a steampunk convention in Idaho where all 20 of the attendees came with packed meals so they wouldn't have to spend money in the hotel...that, I don't miss at all.)

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A few years ago I was waiting for a Lyft to take me to LAX, and looking at my carry-on roller bag and I had the thought, "I'm a traveling salesman." My emotional reaction wasn't a positive or negative one, just more of a "huh. I never thought about that."

Writers -- particularly non-superstar writers like myself -- can't make the same amount of money at cons that artists do. Harder to sell prints (though some artists have graciously allowed me to do so.) Can't sell art. Can't draw commissions. And some people barely understand that comics HAVE writers.

But on the other hand... about 90% of my career grew out of meetings (social ones) with editors and colleagues at cons. So I go. My rule is I won't pay for a table, so I only table when I'm given one. I also (most of the time) won't go to a travel con unless the con is paying for my travel. I make the occasional exception for cons that are located in cities I want to visit for some other reason. This isn't me being snotty or elitist: I literally can't afford to spend money on a con. Back in the day, I remember an SDCC where me and my wife had a booth, and if sales had been lower... I don't think I'd have been able to cover the hotel bill. Never again. Can't handle that kind of stress. I have enough grey hair.

I have friends who do an insane amount of cons, and make great money, and my hat is off to them, but I don't think that'll ever be me...

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